Elezir
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Hey, it's the waifu wars again :v
Why do I feel so out of place when it happens, being a woman?
Can't we start a husbando war just once, pwease?
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Hey, it's the waifu wars again :v
oh crap I didn't know this was gonna be posted here lmao
Who's your husbando then? :3 I already said my WaifuHey, it's the waifu wars again :v
Why do I feel so out of place when it happens, being a woman?
Can't we start a husbando war just once, pwease?
Obs, the unearthly handsomeWho's your husbando then? :3 I already said my Waifu
Can I just say I love it when False gets critical?
It's that kind of soft, subtle fury that you get when you've gone so far beyond rage and anger that you don't even need to dignify them. You've reached a place beyond petty emotions and realised that all that wrath is just so much glands and muscles, and then you realise what true terror is.
It's the face of the teacher right before he takes his glasses off, straightens his tie, gets out of his chair and very slowly walks to the offending student's desk.
And when he leans over and looks into your eyes, you will know that this is not the face of mercy. This is the face of fear, and it has ensnared you, and you are powerless before its omniscient fury.
And nothing happens. Because the terror is all inside of you. False just brings it out with a single look and a whispered breath. And your world ends.
And as you sit there, whimpering and shuddering in your ****ey bow and corn-blue cardigan, you know that you have seen true fear. And you cannot renege on that fear.
"Now I am become False," you hear, whispered in pitch-black tones as the teacher returns to his desk and continues his lesson plan; and as you look back at him, he looks back at you, and smiles, and says, "Destroyer of worlds."
I love Nah but she looks like Annabelle.
more like so many steps ahead he's making it look like he's 3 steps behind :3Before I go, everyone needs to remember Robin is always 3 steps behind.
aNAHbelleI love Nah but she looks like Annabelle.
It's okay, folks, he's just being humble.
That's pretty weak.Before I go, everyone needs to remember Robin is always 3 steps behind.
I love your description of @ False Sense not only because 1) False is a swell guy but 2) as a teacher, I can honestly say I have done that before and it does terrify the living daylights out of my students. Best way to guilt trip them. Minus the whole "Destroyer of worlds" thing of course. Actually now that I think about it, I can totally see False being a good teacher.Can I just say I love it when False gets critical?
It's that kind of soft, subtle fury that you get when you've gone so far beyond rage and anger that you don't even need to dignify them. You've reached a place beyond petty emotions and realised that all that wrath is just so much glands and muscles, and then you realise what true terror is.
It's the face of the teacher right before he takes his glasses off, straightens his tie, gets out of his chair and very slowly walks to the offending student's desk.
And when he leans over and looks into your eyes, you will know that this is not the face of mercy. This is the face of fear, and it has ensnared you, and you are powerless before its omniscient fury.
And nothing happens. Because the terror is all inside of you. False just brings it out with a single look and a whispered breath. And your world ends.
And as you sit there, whimpering and shuddering in your ****ey bow and corn-blue cardigan, you know that you have seen true fear. And you cannot renege on that fear.
"Now I am become False," you hear, whispered in pitch-black tones as the teacher returns to his desk and continues his lesson plan; and as you look back at him, he looks back at you, and smiles, and says, "Destroyer of worlds."
Aw lucky, you Link amigo came with a stone mask.Mai amubo is bettr
Hes soo gud he can transcend realty
oh crap I didn't know this was gonna be posted here lmao
brb hiding from the RED TYRANTS
Quick question. What is a waifu? Should I know or is it alright that I don't?Hey, it's the waifu wars again :v
Why do I feel so out of place when it happens, being a woman?
Can't we start a husbando war just once, pwease?
Ah so you went all stealth modeI haven't gone anywhere.
I just noticed it now when I came back to see which post Syrek liked.Edit: Ah damn one of them is still standing.
@ Elezir Just join the Zeldas already I mean we're 100% cooler.
Hong-sama is always looking over us, dear.I wonder how @ Hong is going to feel upon return ):
Waifu=WifeQuick question. What is a waifu? Should I know or is it alright that I don't?
I haven't gone anywhere.
What stealth mode?Ah so you went all stealth mode
Eh, don't worry about it.I heard the FILTH of the Zelda thread DARED to sully this Holy Ground.
Fear not, my fellow Robinheads. Tho I am late to the fight. I have come.
The Inquisition is here.
NO ONE EXPECTS THE ROBIN INQUISITION!!!!
Our chief weapons are fear, surprise, unwavering fanaticism to the Robin and ruthless precision!
This is just beautiful imagery. Wintropy, I have a newfound and profound respect for you.Can I just say I love it when False gets critical?
It's that kind of soft, subtle fury that you get when you've gone so far beyond rage and anger that you don't even need to dignify them. You've reached a place beyond petty emotions and realised that all that wrath is just so much glands and muscles, and then you realise what true terror is.
It's the face of the teacher right before he takes his glasses off, straightens his tie, gets out of his chair and very slowly walks to the offending student's desk.
And when he leans over and looks into your eyes, you will know that this is not the face of mercy. This is the face of fear, and it has ensnared you, and you are powerless before its omniscient fury.
And nothing happens. Because the terror is all inside of you. False just brings it out with a single look and a whispered breath. And your world ends.
And as you sit there, whimpering and shuddering in your ****ey bow and corn-blue cardigan, you know that you have seen true fear. And you cannot renege on that fear.
"Now I am become False," you hear, whispered in pitch-black tones as the teacher returns to his desk and continues his lesson plan; and as you look back at him, he looks back at you, and smiles, and says, "Destroyer of worlds."
While that imagery was indeed beautiful, shouldn't that respect also be directed at False?This is just beautiful imagery. Wintropy, I have a newfound and profound respect for you.
Carry on.
That's Why Bowser makes best WaifuWaifu=Wife
Because waifu is pseudoweeboJapanese sounding, people use this word to refer to characters that can become "Wifes"
Same goes for Husbandos.
I can share with you the horribly, bitterly acerbic poem I wrote a few minutes ago, if you'd like.This is just beautiful imagery. Wintropy, I have a newfound and profound respect for you.
Carry on.
I dare you to go to the Toon Link thread and say that.<33333333
Oh god.I'm pretty sure one of the Zelda raiders said something a few pages ago about Tiki being a ***** and Nah being dumb. I could be wrong though.
The vocabulary alone makes me curious.I can share with you the horribly, bitterly acerbic poem I wrote a few minutes ago, if you'd like.
I write best when I'm in the throes of passion, even if that passion is scathing self-hatred and reclusive introspection. :3
I'm still trying to find an appropriate way to scoundrel myself out of this observation, please stand by.While that imagery was indeed beautiful, shouldn't that respect also be directed at False?
Sounds very moody.I can share with you the horribly, bitterly acerbic poem I wrote a few minutes ago, if you'd like.
I write best when I'm in the throes of passion, even if that passion is scathing self-hatred and reclusive introspection. :3
Yep, nice red uniforms not even necessary. Although I do love the Monty Python reference.@ The_Cardinal Oh, so you mean our other weapons aren't needed?